Chapter 27

Grace stayed indoors for three days.

During those three days, she did nothing but paint.

Pain, sorrow, anger–too many bad emotions poured out of Grace onto the blank canvases.

“Camille, are you doing okay in Becrenga? I dried some oranges and grapefruits for you and packed them up. Andy will send them over soon. I heard Osmal City was really dry, so remember to drink tea often to soothe your throat. I’m praying for you here in Clastein.”

In the darkness, only the faint glow of her phone screen lit up

the room.

It was a voice message from her landlady, Mary Clayton. Grace curled up on the floor, listening to it over and over.

“Mom,” Grace murmured unconsciously.

Truthfully, all her understanding of the word “mother” came from this middle–aged woman far away in Clastein.

She missed the chamomile–scented warmth of Mary’s hands, the mouth–puckeringly sour codfish with tomato sauce, the sun–dried but still colorful fruits…

The doorbell rang.

thick blanket, and

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never met

two together?” Grace

shook his head. “No. This is Mrs. Parrish’s lawyer. I’m here

they wouldn’t give up

Grace didn’t shut

casually tossed two bottles of expensive water to

men.

make it quick.” Grace sat cross–legged on the sofa, her

Mrs. Parrish and Ms. Naomi Parrish. There’s also a cashier’s check, as

they knew these things meant little to you, but this was their way of making

“Not only Mrs. Parrish but

throat, Simon also pulled out a thick stack

these are all the assets of the

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a frown. “What do

unsure how to

weak voice came from the

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